Do you have a problem with necromancers?

Chapter 9, the real show is about to begin!

There are two days left until the White Walker army arrives at Dragonvale.

News of the Dragon Maiden's appearance at the city lord's mansion has already reached the lizardman shamanic order, and even the contents of the noble council's conversation have been leaked.

Although all the nobles boarded the Dragon Maiden's ship, some still tried to send messages out of the ship, attempting to be opportunists and switch sides.

Inside the Horn Temple, the ancient dragon skeleton is placed on a crimson brocade cushion, surrounded by a cylindrical fine net curtain to keep out mosquitoes.

Two high shamans, dressed in red robes, sat cross-legged in the center of the temple hall, their tails coiled behind them, quietly meditating with their eyes closed.

On the left is the high priest of shamanism, and on the right is the great priest of shamanism. According to the shamanic doctrines of the lizard people, from the moment they become clergy, they renounce their worldly names, identities, family lineages, and fiefdoms, becoming nameless priests who serve the dragon god for life.

“The daughter of a dragon cannot be human,” the high priest suddenly said. “The daughter of a dragon can only be born among the whelp race. This is utter blasphemy.”

“Don’t let your anger cloud your judgment,” the High Priest said slowly. “What we need are accusations based on solid evidence, not hearsay and rumors.”

"Whether it's a rumor or not, just ask the city lord to come and summon me. We'll know the answer then," the high priest said coldly.

"What if he doesn't respond to the summons?"

"That would mean becoming completely hostile to the shamanic order."

"Isn't the crime of counterfeiting religious idols enough to prove his hostile attitude?"

The two opened their eyes and stared at each other, their dark yellow vertical pupils filled with a cruel and merciless glint.

“The nobles have already united,” the High Priest said in a low voice. “A direct attack will only make them more united.”

“We need to divide and conquer.” The high priest immediately understood, a thoughtful expression on his face. “We must eliminate those among the nobility who still retain faith and reverence, just as we would slaughter a sacrificial animal with a ceremonial knife…”

"...like cutting flesh from the enemy's camp, meticulously and secretly carving it out."

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Ellina arrived at the lower reaches of the Saint River.

The further away from Dragon Valley City's sphere of influence, the denser the trees and weeds become on both banks of the river. Eventually, the entire river is covered by fine shrubs, leaving no place to stand.

This reminded the elven princess of her memories before her death.

To completely eradicate the White Walkers, the continental coalition forces trudged through the rainforest. A human female warrior demonstrated to Ellina and the Spell Knights how to carve a path through the jungle in the most efficient way.

This human warrior, however, was once a slave in the gladiatorial arena of the elven empire.

Ellina has no intention of using the excuse that "I was unaware of it" to absolve herself of the many crimes she committed in the past.

In fact, during that final period, intense guilt tormented her like heavy cast-iron shackles, causing her to have an overwhelming urge to end her life every night.

When she finally perished alongside the White Walker Lord, she felt a long-lost, indescribable sense of relief.

Now resurrected by a necromancer from a thousand years in the future, Ellina has lost the freedom to return to death and seek liberation.

If the gods believe that she has not yet atoned for her sins from her past life and therefore does not deserve eternal peace and slumber, then Ellina is willing to accept such punishment and torment—of course, this does not mean that she would willingly allow the necromancer to manipulate her at will.

She patiently waited for an opportunity, for the moment to break free from the control of the caged bird, and to drag this inherently evil necromancer along with her into the depths of hell.

Ellina parted the bushes and saw a huge anaconda skeleton standing in a forest clearing, with pieces of clothing, crude spears, and extinguished torches scattered everywhere.

And large swaths of rotten flesh.

No doubt about it, those are the marks left after being eaten by sea cockroaches.

Victims infected by sea cockroaches have their internal organs eaten first, followed by fat and muscle, leaving only severed bones and inedible fascia, which lie on the ground like mud.

The thought of those ugly and cruel Others ignited a fierce rage within Elrina.

As an ancient hero who had been resurrected from the dead, few things could stir her emotions, and the White Walkers were one of the few exceptions.

If necromancers are beings destined for hell, then these monsters are disgusting creatures that even hell doesn't deserve to contain; their only fate is to become scum.

Elrina coldly surveyed her surroundings, faintly discerning the irritating buzzing sound not far away. She picked up the scattered spears from the ground.

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Inside Dragon Valley City, the nobles have already made their move.

Rumors began to circulate in the tavern that the daughter of the dragon had appeared. Many people claimed to have seen a giant dragon descend into the northwest valley last night, while others said they had witnessed nobles escorting a small boat into Dragon Valley City this morning.

Soon, all the lizardmen began discussing the Dragon Daughter.

Dia sat with Rein in the tavern, serving him like a maid, wiping the tables and chairs dry, pouring him wine, cutting meat, and carefully attending to his needs.

Hearing the patron next to her swear confidently that "he has reliable information that the person sitting in the small boat is actually the daughter of a true dragon," Dia was dumbfounded.
How come I didn't know I was escorted into Dragon Valley City by nobles?

She looked at Ryan with a puzzled expression, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice:

Why would nobles spread such rumors?

“Because rumors spread the fastest,” Renn replied. “What the nobles need most right now is time.”

"So why do we have to rush..." Dia said, then suddenly froze.

Because Raine always said, "I'll be your maid in exchange for answers," she was forced to think more deeply. Now, seeing the nobles building up their influence ahead of time, many doubts that had been lingering in her mind suddenly came together.

The fact that a fraudster posing as a descendant of the dragon would be hanged at the foot of the Scale Temple shows that the shamanic community was highly sensitive to this matter.

Under these circumstances, the nobles still went so far as to publicize the Dragon Daughter, clearly a provocation against the shamanic order.

The most important thing is to spread the word that I am the daughter of a dragon as far as possible before the shamanic community can react and take action, so that more lizardman civilians will believe it!
"Will I be hanged in the end?" she asked Ryan again.

When he heard Dia ask this question, Ryan knew that she had a general understanding of the current situation.

Because the essence of this question is "who will ultimately win the war of public opinion between the nobles and the shamans?"

“No,” Ryan replied.

Because you really are the daughter of a dragon.

Dia was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice:
"According to our previous agreement, I will serve as your maid for one year and two months. So during this time, you must not let me be hanged, otherwise I will not be able to fulfill my promise."

"So you can't possibly lie to me about this."

As she said this, Dia revealed a relaxed expression, seemingly pleased with her own intelligence.

"Is there any possibility," Renn said maliciously, "that even if you die, I can still make you fulfill the contract?"

The relieved expression on Dia's face was still lingering when she suddenly remembered that the person opposite her was a necromancer. She was immediately dumbfounded and began to stammer:
"But, but... no! If that's the case, then you might as well just kill me and resurrect me. Why bother making agreements and negotiating with me? Because the maid you need is a living person, not a dead corpse!"

"Tsk." Renn turned his head away; this little girl wasn't easy to fool.

"You just clicked your tongue, didn't you!" Dia slammed her hand on the table in anger.

Before the two could continue arguing, the tavern's front door was violently kicked open from the outside.

A shamanic servant dressed in a red robe strode in, took out the edict delivered from the corner temple, and loudly proclaimed:

"Given the recent public claims within the city of the arrival of the Dragon Daughter, the High Priest has decided to conduct a sacred trial tomorrow at noon in the town square for this person suspected to be the Dragon Daughter! Let the Dragon God confirm her identity!"

The shamanic group also launched a counterattack.

Dia immediately tensed up, because the "suspected Dragon Daughter" was none other than herself! The so-called sacred judgment of the shamanic order was actually just finding evidence to declare that I was not the Dragon Daughter, and then hanging me on the spot!
Raine remained expressionless, continuing to eat his chicken slowly and methodically, until Dia showed a frightened expression that seemed to be on the verge of tears. Only then did he wipe his mouth with a napkin and say:

"Let's go back to the city lord's mansion."

"The real show is about to begin."

(End of this chapter)